"For fuck's sake Draco, just talk to me!"
Draco Malfoy placed his wand onto the kitchen counter in front of him then turned around to face the man that he'd wanted for so long. "What do you want me to say?" he eventually asked.
"I don't know. The truth, maybe?" Harry Potter said.
"The truth is complicated."
Harry groaned. "Whatever it is that you're keeping from me, it cannot ruin this any more than you are."
Draco thought that he could feel his heart literally break into pieces. The kettle started to whistle and he turned his back on Harry. "I'm sorry, Angel," he whispered.
"Don't call me that. This isn't fair, Draco. You keep pushing me away. It's like you've already decided that we won't work out."
"Maybe we won't."
"Fuck you. You can't fucking say that because I think I-" Harry stopped himself. A moment, thick with unspoken words, passed, then Draco heard him exhale. "Because I care about you."
Draco smiled a sad smile into two steaming cups of tea. Just as a response was forming on his lips, a loud crack echoed throughout the kitchen and a wave of electricity passed over him.
It was here. What he had been dreading was finally here. Draco's breath caught in his throat.
"Who are you?" Harry said, his voice loud and deep and echoing in Draco's chest. Draco's gaze shot straight to him. He wanted to reach out. He wanted to shout a warning. Yet he stood there, stuck.
"What are you doing here?" Harry's eyes were fixed on the intruder, and his hand was slowly reaching towards his back pocket, where Draco knew Harry carried his wand. Before he could reach it, however, there was another crack and Draco was alone.
"No," Draco breathed. "No, no, no." There was only a light hum of energy as a reply. "Harry," he almost begged as the tears started to fall.